Sunday, 19 March 2017

A visitor

From this

To this

I am very happy to see the end of the grass. The gardener came and the garden is beginning to take shape. Lots more planting for wildlife. I will need to live another 5 years, 10 would be better to see it mature.

The Peacock came to give approval. Have not seen it all Winter. This may even be another bird as it has a magnificent tail. The other bird was a bit scruffy. Do Peacocks grow new tails in the Spring?

I was at a workshop this week, lead by Ali Ferguson. I don`t do retro, vintage or lace but I loved this.

Very relaxing, moving bits and bobs around. Will finish this but have no plans to make another.At last have finished this piece for the exhibition. I have spent days measuring and measuring again.

Will hang it for a day or two to check it is ok."A good read Kalkata to Dundee."Look in next week as I begin making samples for upcoming workshops I am leading.BYE BYE

3 comments:

I love peacocks. My grandmother had them. They were always screaming for one reason or another. Your mixed media collage piece looks like a wonderful project. And your very long book piece looks so amazing. I wouldn't mind seeing many of your pieces in real life. They are so unique.

Gravel garden make-over looks terrific, what a difference. That must be another peacock? - can peacocks regrow such magnificent feathers?This one looks like a fine fellow. Maybe he is looking for his older scraggy friend.Interesting to see your five books on the canvas, could not imagine it.

Gravel garden make-over looks terrific, what a difference. That must be another peacock? - can peacocks regrow such magnificent feathers?This one looks like a fine fellow. Maybe he is looking for his older scraggy friend.Interesting to see your five books on the canvas, could not imagine it.

About Me

Welcome to my blog.
My plan is to post every Sunday at 5.00 P.M. British time.
I will be recording my work using a variety of art materials and fabric, hopefully, to produce finished textiles for exhibition.
My name is Maureen also known locally as the lady who buries fabric in the local fields. I then add my own stitched and painted marks to tell stories about my rural environment.
I am a wife, mother, grandmother and gardener.